In my sleep-muddled morning state, I let Merkin head off to work today without a “happy birthday”. This is not as bad as the first year we were married when I forgot his birthday entirely. (I’m never going to live that one down. Merkin, on the other hand, never forgets an important date — birthdays, anniversaries, whatever.)
I won’t say how old he is this year because he’s feeling old.
I wouldn’t want to rub it in that he’s five years older than I am. I think it’ll be another couple of decades before I see Merkin as old. I’d have to see myself five years away from being old before that happens. But this post isn’t about me. It’s about Merkin and his awesomeness. Don’t worry. I won’t go on and on and on. He’s too modest for that. Plus, I’m pressed for time just now.
Five (because I promised not to go on forever) Great Things about Merkin:
(I apologize for any repeats from previous years, but some things are worth mentioning multiple times.)
- He’s an awesome dad to BratzBasher.
- He’s a fabulous cook.
- He’s an amazing storyteller.
- He puts up with me even when I’m less than likable.
- He never forgets to take the trash out.
Happy Birthday, Merkin!